Editing Nobledark Imperium Primarchs (section)

== Lorgar ==

Lorgar Aurelian was a child born in the theocracy of the Ynsdonesic Bloc, and as all children born in that awful place was the result of a state designated union. Unions in that dysfunctional realm were usually decided by perceiving omens, be it from smoke patterns or entrail augury — despite the degenerate unions that this practice often created.

As with all Yndonesic youths, Lorgar was raised in the Kartharanite branch of religion. He was taught that only through suffering was any worth found — be it inflicted on the self or on others — and that the unbelievers must be cleansed from the world by fire and sword. It was not a faith of kindness that he was raised in.

His appointed mentor in matters of religion was Bishop Kor Phaeron of Jakurtana. Had he had any other master history would have taken a decidedly different path, for Bishop Phaeron was secretly a member of the Katholian sect from which the Kartharanite had once sprung. It was in this more kind and just faith that Lorgar found peace and purpose.

The old faith spread through the downtrodden and the hopeless of society — despite the brutal and cruel efforts of the ruling Cardinal Tang to suppress, contain, and exterminate it. Eventually the outrage and animosity of the people for their leaders reached a fever pitch, and a brutal civil war ensued. As Bishop Phaeron was the highest ranking member of the hierarchy on the side of the people, the people looked to him for guidance. As the Bishop's right hand man Lorgar soon learned the ways of war. He learned to inspire and comfort. He learned how to appeal for calm and how to whip people's passions to a frenzy. Although not lacking in martial prowess, it was his voice, his cunning, and his keen intellect that were Lorgar's favoured weapons.

It was fortuitous that the Katholian subversion erupted into open rebellion when it did, for the forces of the Warlord were marching down from the North and the Ynsdonesic Bloc was well up on the "Burn it down and start again" list. With the possibility of an unwinnable war on two fronts quickly emerging, Bishop Phaeron went to the parlay with the Warlord in person, dressed in a crude hessian robe and with only Lorgar Aurelian accompanying him.

Phaeron and Lorgar were granted audience with the Warlord in his tent, and the two made their way into the heart of the enemy war camp, surrounded by genetically modified super-soldiers and heavy weapons. Expecting some zealous speech of defiance and martyrdom, the Warlord was somewhat taken aback when the two knelt before him and swore allegiance. The two Katholians cared deeply about their faith and the word of their God, but their God also cared deeply about the people he had made. Their God would understand if he was to be forgotten, but would not forgive men leading his children to slaughter — men who should know better than to undertake such madness. They would rather their people be free and happy than pious.

Moved by their words, the Warlord gave them time — a grace period. Should they triumph over their oppressors, they would be welcomed into the Imperium as any other member state. Should they fail, their nation would receive the harsh treatment of conquest and subjugation.

Through a brutal twelve year war fought with insurgencies, underhanded tactics, and assassinations, the Katholians claimed victory and Cardinal Tang's broken — but still living — form was dragged before the Warlord as a token of gratitude. It was somewhat of a pyrrhic victory for the people of the Ynsdonesic Bloc, for their nation was fragmented into a hundred pieces, each swearing loyalty to some tin-pot dictator with delusions of grandeur — some almost as bad as Cardinal Tang. It would not be long before the fights for dominance and conquest began anew, to say nothing of annexation by another nation. The forces of the Warlord again prepared to march, and again Lorgar begged the Warlord to stay his hand. They were just sheep without a shepherd, he implored, lost children in a very dark night. Once more swayed by the strange but kind passion in Lorgar's voice, the Warlord relented.

Over the next five years, as Bishop Phaeron became Patriarch Phaeron, Lorgar went to the isolated, the lost, and the scared with open arms and promises of reconciliation. For the most part he was well received, and his homeland healed. It was only after the talking was done that those too stubborn or monstrous to come home again were removed. Great pains were taken to minimize casualties, but there was never going to be a wholly peaceful end to that bitter conflict.

The Ynsdonesic Bloc was the first of the old nation states to disband its own military completely and throw the totality of its own might, meagre though it was, wholeheartedly into the Imperium. Lorgar, now a Chaplain-General in the Imperial Army, was considered too old for conversion from human to superhuman, but did receive some discrete genetic modifications.

It was a regiment overseen by Lorgar that lead the final assault on the Despot of Ursh's palace. The fall of the Despot's final bastion signaled the unification of Old Earth. The Despot was tried and sentenced to execution for his many unspeakable crimes, and it was Lorgar's blade that finally fell upon the Last Despot of Ursh. But Chaplain-General Aurelian considered all of his victories to be nothing but tragedies. The only true victory, he would often claim, was one where no war was to be found. For his valour and astounding levels of inspiring oratory skill he was declared the unlikely Primarch.

Of all the Primarchs in the time of the Great Crusade his forces brought more worlds into the Imperium peacefully than any other. They didn't bring more worlds in, oh my no; Lorgar's forces moved quite slow and their tardiness was the source of great consternation to the now Steward. But Lorgar was tolerated because the worlds he claimed were brought into the Imperium whole — undamaged and eagerly contributing.

In the War of the Beast Primarch Aurelian and his Legion struck back with an unexpected ferocity. Many of the other war leaders of the Imperium had considered his to be a Legion full of pacifists and weaklings. Like many of the Damned in the armies of the Beast, they had mistaken the olive branch for a white flag — and they were punished hard for it.

Across the breadth and depth of the burning Imperium, to the aid of human or xeno, the Word Bearers could be found holding the line and inspiring others to hold the line. Wherever they strode despair turned to hope, weary hands held firmly anew their blessed weapons, and shaky voices roared the old battle hymns.

Lorgar and his forces were on Old Earth when Sanguinius died, and ever afterwards Lorgar blamed himself for not fighting hard enough to have saved his brother Primarch.

Lorgar lived and served for many years. He eventually died of old age at near eleven hundred years old. A small but modest shrine was erected at the Jakurtana Seminary that is sometimes visited by Word Bearer chaplains even into the Dark Millennium.

See also [[Nobledark_Imperium_Imperial_Society_and_Culture#The_Book_of_Lorgar|The Book of Lorgar]]